Never let it be said that moving home is an easy assignment. There is death, divorce and then there is moving house and I am not sure which is the most traumatic. For now, though, I think moving house tops the list even as I am familiar with the other sources of angst, I was never truly prepared for this latest adventure. Call it an assignment or even a task but the reality is, it is never pleasant and it never goes to plan. All the while Margo and I have soldiered on keeping our business activities on course even as we keep on supporting computer community events worldwide. Perhaps the biggest aspect of our most recent move is how we managed to think we could hold on to so much stuff even as we knew our new place of abode would be much smaller. While I am not going to dwell on the downsizing aspects, we have so many pretty things, as Margo likes to call them, where will they fit? For me there’s a particular aspect of the move that I would like to see completed and that is the hangi
They often say that home is where the heart is. When you move more often than you care to, do you begin to lose heart? Or, more to the point, is there a level of restlessness that develops so that home is less important than where you happen to be, such that it is with whom you are that takes on greater preeminence. For Margo and me, having just celebrated our silver wedding anniversary (against many odds, mind you, that is what Margo keeps reminding me of), setting up a new home has been a steady constant in our joint lives. Margo bears the bulk of the burden and if I had a good voice I would be singing her praises more loudly. Moving to Boulder in the mid-1990s to a front range bungalow, then to a condo by Boulder Creek before settling into our Niwot new construction we embarked on in 2000, somewhat foolishly, as it turned out. But even with the Niwot home, just a few years later we were challenged by the need to be based in Omaha and we managed to do so for a year – the commute was